The pilgrims trail.
Trip Start
Sep 12, 2006
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Trip End
Sep 08, 2008
Thanks to a pretty nasty cold I had to spend only my second full weekend in Opole after I returned from Edinburgh, but I was determined not to do the same the following weekend. When one of the other teachers, Kay, asked if anyone wanted to join her for a trip to Czestochowa I thought it sounded like a great idea.
Czestochowa is one of the most famous places in Poland, drawing in some of the largest pilgrimages in the world. It is the home of the 'Black Madonna', a painting of the Virgin Mary with the Christ Child, painted sometime between the 6th and 14th centuries. It is not known where it was painted, but it was brought to Poland in 1382 and has spent most of the time since then housed in the imposing Monastery of Jasna Gora. Pilgrims have been visiting this sacred spot for centuries.
Missing the bus from Opole, Kay, Benita (another teacher) and I had to catch two slow trains to get to Czestochowa. It was a beautiful day, and it was interesting to see some of the very run down villages north east of Opole. We arrived around 12:30pm, and made for the main thoroughfare of the city, a wide tree lined avenue with the monastery of Jasna Gora at the western end. I found the place a little bewildering, given that it was such an important place for Catholics. The city was the first I'd been to in Poland without a town square, and the buildings lining the boulevard weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. It looked as if some work was being done, as there were piles of bricks and dirt everywhere, but even the crystal clear blue skies didn't make it any more appealing.
After a huge salad for lunch we made our way up to the monastery. It was pretty impressive, with the complex surrounded by a huge brick wall, and the tallest church tower in the country casting shadows over the huge grounds where the late Pope John Paul II often gave sermons. It wasn't too difficult to find the 'Chapel of the Miraculous Picture' as there were people everywhere. A continual mass was in progress, but I managed to weave my way in between some people to get a look at the famous painting. It was true, the Virgin Mother really was black here. Also visible was a huge scar across her left cheek, a reminder of the vandalism caused by Hussite invaders in 1430.
We spent about an hour at the monastery, visiting a few galleries including one which held a copy of the Black Madonna so we could get a closer look. It would have been nice to have spent a little longer there, taking things at a more leisurely pace, but not wanting to wait for three hours for a train we decided to get the 3.50pm bus back to Opole. It was a day well spent, and I figured I'd probably be back in the region before too long, as I wanted to visit the ruins of some ancient castles situated on nearby hills.
Czestochowa is one of the most famous places in Poland, drawing in some of the largest pilgrimages in the world. It is the home of the 'Black Madonna', a painting of the Virgin Mary with the Christ Child, painted sometime between the 6th and 14th centuries. It is not known where it was painted, but it was brought to Poland in 1382 and has spent most of the time since then housed in the imposing Monastery of Jasna Gora. Pilgrims have been visiting this sacred spot for centuries.
Missing the bus from Opole, Kay, Benita (another teacher) and I had to catch two slow trains to get to Czestochowa. It was a beautiful day, and it was interesting to see some of the very run down villages north east of Opole. We arrived around 12:30pm, and made for the main thoroughfare of the city, a wide tree lined avenue with the monastery of Jasna Gora at the western end. I found the place a little bewildering, given that it was such an important place for Catholics. The city was the first I'd been to in Poland without a town square, and the buildings lining the boulevard weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. It looked as if some work was being done, as there were piles of bricks and dirt everywhere, but even the crystal clear blue skies didn't make it any more appealing.
After a huge salad for lunch we made our way up to the monastery. It was pretty impressive, with the complex surrounded by a huge brick wall, and the tallest church tower in the country casting shadows over the huge grounds where the late Pope John Paul II often gave sermons. It wasn't too difficult to find the 'Chapel of the Miraculous Picture' as there were people everywhere. A continual mass was in progress, but I managed to weave my way in between some people to get a look at the famous painting. It was true, the Virgin Mother really was black here. Also visible was a huge scar across her left cheek, a reminder of the vandalism caused by Hussite invaders in 1430.
We spent about an hour at the monastery, visiting a few galleries including one which held a copy of the Black Madonna so we could get a closer look. It would have been nice to have spent a little longer there, taking things at a more leisurely pace, but not wanting to wait for three hours for a train we decided to get the 3.50pm bus back to Opole. It was a day well spent, and I figured I'd probably be back in the region before too long, as I wanted to visit the ruins of some ancient castles situated on nearby hills.


